If Thine Eyes…

Ronnie’s feet tremble twice a day.

A year ago…

Ronnie refuses to listen, to see; to feel.

But God won’t leave him alone.

Some consider relentless harassment of the senses as torture.

God doesn’t care; insists, 24/7.

Knitting needles in his ears make him pass out.

Lye in his eyes hurts like a muthafucka.

Setting himself aflame leaves tender nerve endings.

Three strikes and you’re in.

Ronnie feels safe in the psych ward. God leaves him alone.

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Ronnie is home now. God has mercy on him, visiting only at blue hour. The trembling is comforting. He listens; and feels.

[100 words]

blue hour: Blue Hour is the period just before sunrise and just after sunset when the sky takes on a deep blue hue, offering ideal lighting for photography and atmospheric views.

Note: studying the image, I see what looks like two eyes in the sky and the sun as a mouth.

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